747 Points of Light

The Message is the Message

Some days seem special

it’s not really so

days are a convention

What we thought in diapers

is germane

We only wander from ourselves

We lose friends

Lose lovers

But we stay the same

Amor fati

But sometimes we self-overhear

and sense a tiny speed bump

that says just what’s next

Another frozen book is done

This is an invitation

Only someone else can melt

words on a page

imbibe them

make them live

Immortality is social

This is my final chapter

published today

I shall now publish the book

BRING DOWN BRUTALITY